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Your whispers are
gentle echoes
that sway ardent winds of harmony
and in the symphony of life
each word is wrapped in rhapsody

Part IV

"Mishti….Where are you? Why do I still sense your
existence? Why am I unable to let you go?"

Yash closed his eyes and relived the day that was
imprinted in his mind.

*****************

Six years
back to this day, he had waited…oh, how he had waited. He had been looking
forward to this moment for weeks now….when he could behold his angel…his
Mishti. The person who not only gave him life but a meaning to it as well!!!

He had gained
consciousness after two days of the accident to her touch, her soothing voice…keeping
still just to hear the voice that had refused to abandon him in that wreck…and
that he constantly heard in his unconscious state. And when the hospital nurse
had somewhat roughly handled him, she had softly but firmly admonished her for
hurting him…When the nurse had replied cheekily that if she had forgotten the
patient was unconscious…"So! Does
that mean you'll hurt him? He hurts here the most you know if you don't care
enough,"…by saying that she had kept her hand on his heart. He somehow knew
then that he had found the completeness his heart was subconsciously seeking.
He had come to know later that she had not left his side in those two
days…After that he hadn't let her go. They didn't even realize when their souls
had merged and become one….She understood him instinctively and with a
familiarity that amazed him at times….He sensed even the shifting waves in her
breathing, so tuned was he to each sound coming from her being.

He hadn't let
the doctor touch his bandages….Only when Dr Sahay told him firmly that if he
didn't get to open his eyes and see, how would he find out what had happened, that
he had calmed down and let him do the needful. He had requested the senior
nurse to get Mishti's picture from the office if they had. But he was informed
that the hospital didn't keep records of the volunteers, who came and went as
per their volition. He cursed himself for not clicking her picture in his
phone. Fact was when she was around or away, he never felt he couldn't see
her…she was so alive for him all the time that all his other senses were
completely in sync with her. When she was with him, he just breathed in her
essence…and when she was away, he passed moments in anticipation.

He had opened
his eyes to see the world again…the doctors, the nurses, the tree outside, the
blue sky…all but the one person his eyes sought and would continue to seek
thereafter. …He was taken back to his room…and the first thing he had tried to
do was call her. The calls had gone unanswered. Something was wrong…he knew
it…he felt it. Mishti would never break her promise if it were not something
serious. He called his younger brother Prateek and asked him to come as soon as
possible. His leg and hip injuries still kept him immobile, and he needed
someone to look for Mishti. It was late evening when his phone had rang. It was
Mishti's babuji, "Mr Yash, this is Satyendra Dubey, Mishti's father…I have bad
news. It kills me to say these words….Our Mishti died today, Mr Yash…. She and her
brother Aman were shot at while coming from the airport. I lost both my
children today. Mishti was alive when they brought her in, and all she could
think of was you, beta."….. "No!!!! (He
had almost shouted in his fury.) That's
not true. How can you say that of her?"….. "Please believe me, Yash…I am
her babuji….Mishti is no more. She is gone…forever. Her last thoughts were for
you….she wanted you to go back home, to your family. She knew how much you
wanted to see her. Her last words were,'Tell him, I reside in his heart…..his
heart knows how I look, so he should not search for my picture. Tell him if he
closes his eyes, he will always see me…sense me. Tell him he should go back
home and be with his family.' She loved you, beta. She didn't want you to be
here all alone…so do what she
wanted…forget her…go home and honor her last wish."

Forget her? His Mishti? Did he really think that
was possible?

Prateek had
come the next morning. He had reached the hospital to find his brother angry
and completely in denial, refuting what Mishti's father had said and
instructing him to find out about her. The morning papers had covered the
murders in front page. There were no pictures, but they clearly stated that
"two hitmen in a mobike had opened fire at Aman Dubey and Aarti Sharma Dubey,
children of Mr Satyendra Dubey, a very respected personality of the town. Aman
had died instantly, but Aarti, better known as Mishti, breathed her last a few
minutes after being brought to the hospital." He had silently shed tears for
Mishti who had become his bhaiya's life…his reason to live. From the hospital
staff he came to know about the kind of relationship his brother shared with
Mishti. He understood now exactly why bhaiya had asked him not to inform about
the accident to ma-babuji (who were abroad for ma's treatment), as he knew the
moment babuji came to know, he'd have him evacuated to Bhopal, which had better
medical facilities. And bhaiya didn't want to be separated from Mishti. Prateek
himself didn't know about the accident till Yash had called about ten days back
and commanded him not to skip his semester finals for him. All that while
everyone knew Yash to be away on a project. He wanted Prateek to get the family
after the bandages were removed from his eyes so that they can ask for Mishti's
hand from her father. But all that had ended in nothing……

"The hospital,
the police, and the crematorium authorities all confirmed the death of Aarti
Sharma Dubey….I am sorry bhaiya, but it's her…."

(He was greeted with
silence.)

(Very softly) Let's go home, bhaiya.

*****************************

The phone was ringing….He
rubbed his eyes and groped for it. It was Prateek.

"Bhaiya, I am sorry I
had to call you…but it is urgent."

"It's OK, Chote…what is
it? Is Palak troubling you?"

"Oh no, bhaiya…we just
came back after a second round of ice-creams. She was asking for you though."

"She is good, bhaiya…I
made inquiries. She has a fantastic reputation for planning aesthetically
designed weddings, which are managed in a very efficient and competent manner
by her Head Designer cum Event Organizer, Mrs D. Errr, bhaiya…actually….what I
was saying was…I mean what Pari wanted was…."

"(Sigh) Out with it, Chote…Now what does your Pari want?"

"Well…she wants the
wedding venue to be…err…the Farm House. She says what she has in mind will be
perfect there. She has already spoken with Mrs D and given her mine and your
number. Mrs D wanted to visit the venue this weekend and since you have the Annual
conference planned there during that time….I thought she better speak with you.
She'll be calling you. Please do this for me, bhaiya….Pari is really putting
her heart in for a perfect wedding."

"Alright…alright…I'll
see to it that this wedding planner gets a conducted tour…But Chote, you don't
have to listen to everything Pari says. Just because you love her doesn't mean
you bow down to all her whims and fancies. Loving doesn't mean she has her way
all the time. She…."

He stopped suddenly as past flashed before him….

"I asked first…so I deserve an answer
first."

"Stubborn…aren't you?"

"I am waiting!!!"

"Bhaiya????"

"There's another call
coming, Chote…Bye, I'll see you at dinner."

"Hello!!!…Yash Scindia
here."

There was a gasp and a
sharply indrawn breath followed by a short silence…and then the call was cut.

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Hmmm...so does this mean that Yash finally did marry? And is this wife alive? And Mrs. D is the name of the employee from the wedding planning company? Also very interesting forewarning into the Paridhi - Pratiek rishta.

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